Crowded House - Pour Le Monde Lyrics
He imagines the world
As the angels sending
Not the ghost of a man
Who is tied up to the chair
And he wants to believe
That his life has a meaning
With his hand on his heart
Pour le monde, pas pour la guerre
And I wake up blind
Like my dreams were too bright
And I lost my regard
For the good things that I had
And the radio
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